One stale October night,
After fulfilling some schoolwork duties,
We got a tragic phone call.
Mom picked it up and responded with a stark “hello”,
But then there was a gravely long silence,
The hush was awfully unsettling.
Tears were shed,
As the phone had tumbled onto her lap,
She sat there weeping uncontrollably.
Our family assembled to discover what was up,
And our expressions immediately dropped.
Our dull eyes had transformed to wretched and glum.
I didn’t know how to process what was happening,
It was as if everything was moving in a slow motion sequence.
My mind was vacantly bleak,
But my soul was enduring agony.
Like a whirlwind,
We hopped into our truck and drove away,
Away to the place of mourners.
I sat gazing into the dimness of nightfall,
At the lengthy highway roads and bridges.
Silently we all kept reserved,
I dispersed a stream of tears,
And for the first time,
My mind was quiet.
We gathered together with plenty of broken-hearted hugs,
And cherished the memories we spent with our beloved.
I lingered with the children,
And we watched some Netflix,
Yet my mind still couldn’t piece together everything that was happening.
Was our world ending?
We left the land of melancholy grievers after numerous hours,
And I was told we were skipping school the next day.
My first loss of a loved one,
I was unsettled,
And my wit was treeless.
When calamity struck,
My mind refused to accept death.
The streetlights flickered peacefully whilst our worlds had abruptly been shaken up.
We wordlessly shuffled as we strode along empty concrete roads,
And walked home under the pattering midnight rain.